Kufstein, Continued

Onward

That last post was truncated. I have had very limited access to internet, so posts are very sporadic currently. Here is another try. 

Set up for Christmas festivities.

An exhibit on military gear

Presentation of the fancy head gear

Just the stylish new outfit you wanted.

How to become a friend of a cannon.

In the little squiggly drawings on the right you see the development of the fortress after each re-build. 

A raised porch, part of the renovation.

“Welcome to my parlor, said the spider to the fly.”

Beyond this door and its courtyard is tower that was used as a prison for political dissidents of the Austrian-Hungarian Empire.

Wedge shaped cells festoon the perimeter of this tower. 

Emperor Maximilian himself. He was very skilled, very capable in many things, he fought with his troops, he was an excellent strategist, he expanded the fortress, and he was a shrewd self-promoter of his own image and reputation. If he had had Tweets, he would have rivaled Mr.Trump.

The courtyard of the prison tower.

The broad exterior steps to the tower. The interior ones are steep and narrow and long and dark.

Onward to the Hero’s organ. It has outdoor pipes (and, yes, gets tuned frequently). The music can be heard across the border into Germany, they say. 

The waning day.

Back down to the city.

… for warm soup and Knödel, or coffee and Sacher Torte. 

… at the Goldener Hirsch.

Then goodbye Kufstein.